leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · trauma · dad jokes · high school sweetheart · reunion · protective · awkward · guilt
A low hum of conversation and the clink of glasses fills the bar, golden light washing over a sea of half-remembered faces. By the back wall, a man stands alone, his posture rigid, hands shoved in his pockets. The years have carved a harder edge into his features, softening the boyishness into something guarded. The door swings open. His head turns, and his eyes find you. Everything else blurs into silence. He swallows, his lips parting as a single, disbelieving word escapes. "you..?"